Masterlist

Masterlist

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HQ!!

Oneshots and Drabbles

Saying Goodbye For Yesterday - *Kagehina Breakup fic*

Putting on a Show - *Kei Drabble

Cheater Cheater Collab - *Daichi oneshot

Headcanons

Tsukki - *

Kyoutani - *

Daichi - *

Tier/Master Lists

The Prettiest House Husbands - *

My Favourite Somnophiles - *

Ep 2 JJK thought:

Gojo can still get it and I like his personality

Why does he kind of remind me of like a cross between Oikawa and Killua

So……. Finger food anyone??? 👁👄👁 I’ll see myself out

Did I just see a panda doing parkour in the OP?👀🤣

Seriously!! Grandpa’s fucking bones and ashes!!!! You couldn’t have cut to something else for his lines!!!!

Did he really give the principal his type?? 🙄

Itadori is good boyo 🥺🥺 so pure!

Girl!!! Please be written well 🙏🏾

Outro cute too! It’s so funky!

Final thoughts!

Itadori is such good person, like he chose a club that allowed him to visit his grandpa. He saved the White Nonsense Club and The Other Guy In His Year (I really need to learn his name) because his grandpa told him to use his strength to save people. And now he’s gonna eat this dude’s fingers because he knows it’s him or no one and wants to live with pride!!! Like! I cry 🥺

If you’re still taking requests, could you do Oikawa+Degradation please ? Something about him calling us a dumb bitch just makes me act up 🥴🤚🏾. Thank You! And if you think you’re awkward then oh boy i don’t know what to call myself. 😂

a/n: she said radio silence for 2 weeks 🤪🤩 im really sorry about that but my exams ended today!! So I'm free to thirst my dudes. If you have requests, send em in!! ANYWAY!! ENJOY!!

Also this ask gave me massive brainrot sorry gor answering late it was amazing

THIS POST IS NSFW!! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

warnings: BIMBO! kinda dubcon, not in my perspective, but still. Manipulation, virgin slander but actually a corruption kink, corruption kink ^^, oral (reader receiving), mentions of taking virginity, possesive behavior, heavy degrading yall

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Your best friend was a charitable, charitable man.

Wasn't that why you sat on your knees in front of him, so desperately trying to fit his cock in your mouth?

To know that this is the first time you've ever held a cock gives him a kind of thrill nothing else had given, to watch your clueless eyes as to what to do as you hold his cock, hot and heavy and foreign, an urge to take it between your lips, irresistible.

"Spit on it, pretty girl, just like that." He instructs you, as composed as ever. Long fingers threading between your hair, he gives you an appreciative pat. "What a good girl," he smiles, "she learns so quick."

"T-tooru?" You whisper the brunette's name, not sure if he'll hear you since he looks so immersed in the movie he's watching, eyes locked on the screen-

"Yes, baby?" Of course, he heard you. He doesn't avert his gaze to you, still focused on what's on the tv, but you know he's listening. You gulp.

Your body entangled with his, you laid between his arms as both of you faced the tv, your ass right on top of his-

"What's up, Y/N?" He now turns his gaze to you, face leaning slightly forward as his nose almost touches the top of your hair; you feel his breath against your ear. He stands so close, but it's okay; Oikawa has assured you this was normal for best friends. As well as the dark purple marks he leaves on your neck, sometimes on your chest. "They're lovebites," he says, rubbing his own neck that you've left your marks, "don't you love me?"

Of course, you do. You love him more than everything- and it's not like you dislike his lovebites, too. They feel... they feel nice. And if Oikawa said it was normal, who were you to doubt him?

"I had a- had a question." You detach your body from him, the loss of warmth and the feeling of him making your body tremble. Or maybe it's the anxiousness of what you're about to ask.

You turn around to face him, coming face to face with the soft trails of pink and red you placed on his neck (he always gets the loudest when you kiss his neck), and as always, he doesn't have a shirt on.

"Uh-huh," Oikawa raises a brow questioningly, pretty eyes narrowing with annoyance, "on with it, already." He knows how much you struggle with words, his dumb little girl, but it's okay, he can wait for your little brain to form sentences.

You turn your gaze to your fingers, tracing shapes on the sheets of his bed. You look so embarrassed; Oikawa can't help but get excited. "I have a- uhm, date tomorrow."

You admit, missing the slight frown that sits on his pretty lips.

"But I don't know how to- I mean,-" you bite your lip, your gaze so innocent and pretty as it meets his eyes, trying to gather the courage to- "How do I please a man?"

Oikawa almost chokes on his own spit, trying to hide it with a series of fake coughs. "You what now?"

"Y-you heard me!" You protest, bottom lip slightly wobbling as you have to repeat it, to your horror, maybe even explain, "how do I- umm, you know."

"I don't, actually." Oikawa raises his brows at you, smiling cruelly and relishing in how you avoid his gaze, how utterly embarrassed you stand before him. "You mean how to fuck better-?"

"No!" You exclaim, a little too fervently; it has Oikawa's grin spreading wider on his lips. "N-not that, but- uhm, blowjob, maybe-?." You finally speak the words, closing your eyes and fisting your hands; as if closing your eyes would pull you from the situation.

"You're asking me how to give a blowjob?" Oikawa repeats your question, almost about to laugh before he realizes what this means. "Wait," his eyes grow impossibly wide, a feeling of burning excitement washing down his back, "don't tell me you've never given a blowjob before."

Fucking hell, there's no way you-

Your gaze widens in embarrassment, like a dear caught in headlights, mouth opening, and closing to say something, deny it, but can't. You can't lie, not to Oikawa. "D-don't say it like that!" You say, instead.

you are.

It feels like the discovery of a century, Oikawa can't contain his excitement, a twisted one, as he leans forward, cupping your chin and tilting it up to meet your gaze better as he stands a breath away from your face. His smile wide and predatory, you wonder if you said something wrong.

"But it's true, isn't it?" He whispers, a smug smile almost kissing your lips. "Has anyone ever even touched you before?"

The question makes you whimper, you want to avoid his burning gaze but he wouldn't let you. "No." He finally get his answer, and oh- fuck, he's getting hard.

"You're a virgin?" He repeats, but it sounds more like an amusing fact he just discovered.

His thumb traces your bottom lip, swiping over it in a lustful motion, watching the way your eyelids flutter with excitement. The only light source in the room is the one from the tv; it shadows on Oikawa's pretty face- not, however, enough for you to pick up the predatory tilt of his lips.

You feel a lustful warmth bloom in the pit of your stomach, this feels d-different, but it's nice, exciting, your mouth falling agape as hot, shallow breaths fall.

You wait for a kiss, you really think he might- might kiss you, Oikawa pulls back, falling deaf to your needy whine.

"Pretty girl," he sighs, thumb caressing your cheek, almost as if what you're asking is too much. "Hasn't anyone told you guys don't like virgins?"

It takes you 4 seconds to process the words.

"Wh-what?" You gasp, oh, your eyes are getting glassy, too, what a prize to see. "But-"

"You didn't tell him you're a virgin, did you?"

You shake your head no; you look so sad all of a sudden; he probably should feel bad. But it isn't Oikawa's fault you're so dumb. "Only you, 'ru."

Fucking hell, how can you pick the one answer that'd make him want to ruin you even more? All he wants to do is to pry your legs open and fuck you till you pass out, and fuck how amazing would you look with his dick in your cunt, your face smushed against that table, drooling like the dumb bitch you are.

He should- he should control himself. Just for a few more minutes, just until he has you in the trap.

"Good- he would've left you immediately!" Oikawa laughs lightly, as if he's not telling you how insecure you should be by being a virgin. "You can't tell anyone that, okay? No one would want to take a girl's virginity; it's so much work, you know."

He says nonchalantly as you stare at him with a wide, helpless, broken gaze. "Tooru, but what am I- what am I gonna do?"

You sob, trying to be subtle about wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes when Oikawa coos at you, pulling you to his chest. "Shh, shh," he coos, hand coming up to pat the top of your head. "Okay, pretty baby, don't worry, I'll help you."

As he says that, you feel the pads of his fingers trace the skin of your tighs, right where the hem of your short little skirt ends.

"I should show you how it should feel like first," he breathes into your ear, voice just slightly strained, "so you can make me feel the same."

When you nod, he chuckles.

"What a pretty skirt," he laughs as his touch trails higher on your leg, now bordering on the soft material of your panties. "Wore just for me? Did you plan this from before, Y/N?" He teases, watching closely to see your reaction.

"N-no! I promise I haven't-"

"Of course, you havent," Oikawa rolls his eyes, "my dumb little baby, you're not smart enough to think this far, are you?"

You would've protested in any other circumstance, but he aligns the time he spits the words with when his long fingers push your panties aside, the tip of his finger grazing your folds.

Even the slight touch of him has you squirming on his lap, your head falling on his shoulder when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the softest circles.

"Fuck, you're so sensitive," he groans, wondering if you can feel his cock pressing against your ass. Even with one finger, he has you moaning his name. "So wet, too. Just like a fucking whore- do you hear yourself?" Oikawa laughs at you, mocks you, relishing in the way you get embarrassed over the wet sounds you make, the way you moan his name.

You press your face on his neck, trying to hide your humiliation, the drool trickling from the corners of your lips leaving trails against his skin. "'m not a- mmh! Not a whore!" You muster out as he finally slides a second finger in your pussy, his thumb still circling your clit and making you squirm, jump on his lap that he has to hold you down. "Mmh- 'ru! That feels- h-ah!"

You squirm so cutely, jumping over his lap, rubbing yourself right on his cock and making his breaths fall shallow, as well. "You like this, pretty girl? Like how my fingers feel in you? Have you ever done this yourself?"

The question catches you off-guard; you heave hot breaths against his neck when his free hand grabs you by the hair, pulling with enough force to have you face him. Your eyes rolling back I your head, mouth open like a dumb girl, a silly expression settling on your features.

"Answer me." He spits, he sounds so- so demanding, you don't know what washes over you as you find yourself answering. "Y-yes."

"You do?" He smiles darkly, chuckling at your embarrassed gaze. "You're not as innocent as I think you are- you really are a needy little bitch."

You shake your head no, but why did you squeeze his finger so tight just then?

"Don't be- don't be mean, Tooru." When you- when you say that while his fingers stuff you full, Oikawa thinks you're doing it on purpose.

"Sorry, sorry," he laughs when he hears how your voice shakes. "Forgot how much of a crybaby you were. A stupid little girl, letting her best friend fuck her- don't you feel any embarrasment?"

You're getting close, he can feel it. Oikawa picks his pace, laughing when your voice gets louder, moans turning into short screams, mouth falling open as your tongue lolls out and eyes close- you look lost in bliss.

"'ru, Tooru, Tooru!" You chant his name like a prayer, your muscles tightening with what's coming, toes curling, your body putty over his lap, melting into his embrace as he fucks you dumb on his fingers. "You feel that? Come on scream my name, baby, scream my name, tell me who's making you feel this good."

"You- Tooru you make me- mmh, you make me feel so good, please!"

"Cum for me then, pretty girl." He whispers and you're cumming, body shaking and spamming violently as he holds you down, pressing you on his chest, letting you ride the orgasm out.

You stay like that, molten into him and a heaving, stupid mess for a while as he pulls his fingers out from beneath your skirt, making sure you watch him as he brings his digits to his mouth.

"Mmh-" he smiles, "tastes delicious."

You whimper.

He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, giving you a taste of yourself. "Are you okay?"

You nod, you seem to have pulled yourself back together from the mind-breaking orgasm as your eyes sparkle with hunger.

"M-my turn?" Your gaze falls lower on his lap, widening at the sight of the tent straining his sweatpants. "Your turn." He nods, opening his legs to give you better access.

You look excited as you bend forward, placing yourself snug between his legs. As you settle on your knees, Oikawa takes a shaky breath when your fingers grab his print from over his sweatpants.

"What am I..." you raise your clueless gaze, unsure of what to do with that thing in your hands. "Should I- um, take it out?"

Oikawa smiles down at you, it's the kind that gives you shivers. "Look at you, a dumb clueless girl- take it out, baby." He whispers against your lips. "Let me teach you how to please a man."

He'll teach you everything, you don't have to worry. He just has to ruin you enough to make you forget that unnecessary man's name. You belong to him now- he'll make sure to carve your insides just for his dick- enough to have you a babbling mess, enough to have you blabbering his name and nothing else.

nsfw - minors dni

Is anyone else thinking deeply about Tsukki slapping them before spitting in your mouth. Calling you a good little slut. Making you take his cock down your throat, hands behind your back because you aren’t allowed to touch yourself or him. And maybe, just maybe, if you’re good enough and take everything he gives you, only then does he let you come. And come. And come. And then he laughs in your face as you cry because you’re so sensitive- “you were begging for it before. What changed, hmm? Dumb little cum hole can’t make up their mind.”

….. just me? Okay

Camboy Daichi is gonna end me 😭😭 if you haven’t read this then do yourself a favour!

candid camera | part one

sawamura daichi works as the security guard at the front desk at your apartment complex. thanks to your best friend oikawa, you also come to find out about his other job.

pairing: beefcake security guard camboy au!sawamura daichi x f!reader, nsfw pwp, 3.3k (part one of three, minors dni)

warnings (for the whole mini-series): soft dom!daichi, brat taming, public sex, creampie, oral (f! and m!receiving), masturbation, camboy shenanigans, spanking, dirty talk

notes: all thanks to the idea and beta of @anime-nymph (ily baby), here's my most self-indulgent au fic yet! just have fun with it, y’all. another thank you goes out to @xmyshya and @kurinoot for helping my smooth brain with the banner. you three are absolute saints

written for: the fuck me right here (public sex) collab by @atsumuscumslut (but the public sex part won't be til part three!)

It’s the copious amount of alcohol in you that makes you even listen to what your best friend Oikawa Tooru is telling you.

“You’ve been single for far too long!” He yells over the thumping of the club music, a half drunken martini in his hands. He sits next to you at your table, pointing to the app on his phone displaying nearly naked men as he scrolls through it drunkenly. “You need some action in your life!”

“How is a camboy going to help me, Oikawa?!” You shoot back, half-playfully but half-annoyed that he’s still talking about this.

Ever since your boyfriend broke up with you a few weeks ago, you swore off relationships for a while, especially since you were sure this one was going to be long term. But starting from a week and a half ago, Oikawa had been adamant that what you need is a “beefcake to fantasize about” instead of sighing at your empty phone or ignoring his invitations. Tonight is the first time you’ve seen him in six days, and as soon as the drinks started flowing, that app was shoved in your face for the umpteenth time.

“Well it’ll certainly take the edge off,” he jokes, then winces when you smack him on his back between the shoulder blades. “Ow, hey!”

“I’m not into muscular guys,” you grumble as you pass the phone back to him. “That’s more your forte.”

With your chin, you motion over to the bar where his boyfriend Iwaizumi sits, talking with the bartender Semi. The personal trainer is certainly muscular, a real beefcake even (if you use Oikawa’s favorite word), and you have to snap your fingers in front of Oikawa’s eyes to get him to stop ogling.

“Does Iwa even know about this?”

“What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him!”

You snort, trying not to roll your eyes. “I appreciate your concern, really, but I’m fine.”

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t try. Now come on you sad thing, let’s go dance.”

You spend the rest of the night in the middle of the crowd, forgetting all about your ex-boyfriend and the app your best friend keeps pushing on you. It’s about three in the morning when you finally make it back to your apartment building, and you’re sure you smell like sweat or at least whatever fruity concoction you kept drinking as you stumble inside. A familiar face stands up from the front desk, taking his hat off as he bows to you.

Beefcake is the perfect word to describe Sawamura Daichi, the security guard who works overnights at your building. He’s tall with cropped black hair and a thousand-watt smile that can light up any room. He’s also ripped, with the short-sleeved button-up blue uniform shirt barely containing his muscles. Daichi might be the only muscular man you ever found yourself attracted to—not that you’d tell him that ever.

“Hi Sawamura-san,” you greet with a wave. You’re suddenly conscious of just how bad you probably look, and with a quick hand, you fix your hair and wipe the bags under your eyes to make sure your makeup isn’t running. “You’re up late.”

“Your jokes are as funny as ever.” He adds a smile to his gentle ribbing to make sure you know he’s just messing with you. “Did you have fun?”

“I—” You pause for a fraction of a second as you stare at him. Daichi looks like he’d fit right in on that app Oikawa showed you, full of muscular men jerking off for money from lonely strangers. But that’s you, your brain screams at you. You’re rich and lonely as hell! You somehow ignore that annoying voice and come back to reality, putting on your best fake smile. “Yeah. Yeah, it was fun.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” he grins as he steps out from behind his desk, walking toward the golden elevator doors to push the button for you. His ass clings to his pants and you try not to stare—you really do—but good God is it a nice ass. You’re going to kill Oikawa later for planting these ideas in your head.

“Just my best friend being an idiot again.”

“Oikawa-san?”

You snort. “Who else? He thinks I’m too lonely.”

“Are you?”

The question throws you off guard. Sawamura Daichi has always kept his professional distance from you, talking politely while keeping personal matters to a minimum. While he stands far away from you as the elevator flashes the fifth floor, he looks anything but professional, his head tilted curiously and hands on his hips like he’s inviting you to answer truthfully.

“I guess.” You shrug, turning your eyes to the elevator that dings as it arrives on the ground floor. “But I’ll always have you, my favorite security guard. Isn’t that right, Sawamura-san?”

It’s meant to be a joke, but when you press the button to your floor and turn back, there’s a weird look on his face. He sports raised eyebrows with his shock, but his lips are turned up into a smirk that you’ve never seen before.

“That’s right,” he responds as the doors start to close. “Have a good night, miss.”

His small bow to you is the last thing you see.

It’s late the next night when you get the text from Oikawa.

Butthead (23:14): so did you check it out yet? 👀 Butthead (23:15): you won’t regret it, I promise Butthead (23:34): DON’T IGNORE ME I KNOW YOU READ MY MESSAGE 😠 You (23:35): betrayed by the checkmark Butthead (23:36): i found a guy who looks just like your security guard btw Butthead (23:36): apparently he’s going to start streaming at midnight Butthead (23:36): you want his name?

You stare at your phone for much longer than is probably necessary, considering your options. There is no harm in looking… right? It’s not like it’s really the (very attractive) security guard who works four nights a week at your building, right? And you’ll be the first to admit that you’re curious as to why Oikawa keeps hounding you about this damn pay-to-view app. Reluctantly you agree and ask him to send the name, and you can practically hear Oikawa’s laugh in your ears as you search for the app and download it.

It takes a few minutes to set up an account but soon HereForTheFood is a member and subscribed to BigCrowCaptain, just in time for the show to start. Your phone goes black for a moment before it lights up with a full view of a man’s covered chest. You’re certain that he gets the Big in BigCrowCaptain from the muscles that press against his white undershirt.

“Good evening, babes,” the man greets and sends you scrambling for your headphones. While you live alone, something about the richness and deepness of his voice makes your cheeks flush. “You’re up late, aren’t you?”

The chat on the side of the screen blows up with comments ranging from missed you, daddy! to Show us your face!

“Now, now,” the man laughs, thick fingers playing with the strap of his undershirt. “I don’t think you deserve to see my face yet. You’ve been bad, haven’t you? Staying up this late when I told you to get some sleep.”

This type of talk usually isn’t up your alley, but something about the soft command in his voice makes you nod at nothing.

“Well, since you’re awake, why don’t we have some fun?”

The man rolls away far enough from his camera that the bottom half of his face is exposed, along with the red boxers he wears. His palm runs from his collarbone to his stomach, finger playing with the bottom of his undershirt. There’s something awkwardly familiar about that jawline, but you’re not looking at that—you’re staring at the little sliver of skin you can see when he lifts his shirt up.

This shouldn’t turn you on. It really shouldn’t. And yet your clit throbs when he chuckles, heat spiking in stomach as it rings through your ears.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

The chat explodes with yeses, scrolling so fast that it’s hard to keep up with. There’s a ding on his end of the screen and his lips curve up into a smile when he checks. You follow his tongue as it wets his bottom lip, and you idly wonder what it would feel like if that tongue swiped over something else.

“Someone’s a little greedy tonight, aren’t they?” He laughs as he leans back in his chair and exposes more of face. You know that nose. You’re trying to place it to a face when he suddenly lifts his undershirt and exposes his abs.

The thought goes flying out the window as soon as you see his tan skin, his fingers tracing over his flesh slowly.

“Is this what you wanted to see?”

Your quiet “yes” falls from your lips so suddenly that it makes you gasp. No, you can’t like this! That means Oikawa won—that you really are as lonely as your best friend says, with the wetness pooling in your cunt to prove it.

I should exit out, you think but make no move to pull yourself away from your phone. There’s another ding, another grin, and the undershirt is ripped over his head in one swift motion.

“I wanted to take my time, but you are eager tonight, baby girl,” he comments, and though you haven’t donated a thing (yet), you pretend those words are meant for you anyway.

His fingers play with his exposed nipples and you nearly groan out loud when he does. He leans his head back, rolling the nubs around his fingers with a low sound that makes your pussy clench. He squeezes his chest in his large hands, and this time you do groan out loud when he smirks.

“Why don’t you join me?”

Your shirt is thrown to the floor faster than you can think about what the hell you’re doing. You mimic his actions, tweaking a nipple when he does, rolling your nubs between your fingers until they’re hard underneath your touch. Squirming on the bed does nothing to relieve the pulsing in your cunt, the neediness clawing its way through your stomach. You’re enraptured by the panting breaths he lets out, the sound filling your ears and sending a shiver down your spine.

When he moves his hands down his chest and circles around his stomach, your eyes widen at the outline of his dick within his red boxers. It looks huge, and your mouth waters when he squeezes and lets out the most beautiful moan.

“I don’t want to be the only one touching myself,” he chuckles through his breaths. You don’t realize your fingers are already moving up and down your panties until you brush over your clothed clit and gasp. “You’re going to be good and fuck yourself for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you whine as your fingers press harder, hand cupping your core through your cotton shorts. His hand runs up and down his length and you can see a dark spot near the band of his boxers from his precum that makes you exhale sharply.

“Strip for me, baby girl,” he demands and he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

The moment your fingers brush over your now-exposed folds, you can feel how wet you are just from watching him. God, when’s the last time you were this wound up? Your ex had been fine in bed, but something about this man makes you so hot and bothered. He’s not even your type—probably a little too ripped, a little too lean muscle—and yet you wait with bated breath for him to give you another command, another request that makes you keen for him.

“You want to touch yourself?” He asks lowly, cupping his balls through his boxers, his stomach rippling with his low groan. “If you’ve been a good girl, I’ll let you.”

Let you. Normally those types of words would make you sputter indignantly, but you feel just the same as those girls blowing up the chat with Yes, been so good for you, captain! You shift to set your phone against the headboard, parting your legs so you can clearly watch him while you touch yourself. A few people comment about wanting to see his face, and you almost comment the same, but there’s a ding on his side of the screen and he chuckles, low, dark, and right in your ear.

“I guess good girls deserve a reward,” he smiles and off go his boxers.

Good God, you can see why he has so many people in his chat and sending him money now that his cock is on full display. It’s long, thick, and barely fits in his large hand. There’s precum beading on the top of the head, and when he swipes his thumb over the tip, his face falls forward with his heavy exhale. That face is so familiar, itching at the back of your mind, but then he leans back and it’s gone again.

“You’re so wet, aren’t you, baby girl?” You know he’s asking the whole chat but it sounds like he’s talking to you directly, and you whimper out a pathetic uh huh before he adds, “Push a finger into yourself for me.”

It goes in way too easily, barely any resistance with how wet you are. You keep your folds parted as your fingers shallowly pumps in and out, lidded eyes watching him fist his cock tightly. You match his pace but it’s much too slow, too languid, and it makes you whine in frustration.

“Fuck, I bet you look so good,” the man moans, his mouth falling open as his other hand cups his balls. He rolls them between his fingers as he starts to pump a little faster. “Bet your pussy feels so tight. Wish I was there to see it.”

You wish he was too, but you settle for pushing another finger into yourself, a small moan leaving you when they’re fully steathed inside. It’s so hard to keep from fucking yourself, to keep from humping your fingers to make yourself cum, and that restraint goes out the window thanks to the man’s strained,

“Come on baby girl, show me what those fingers can do, huh?”

You know he’s not with you, that he can’t see you fucking yourself desperately for some relief, other hand using your wetness to start rubbing circles on your neglected clit, but you do it anyway. His hand moves faster, squeezing and twisting his cock as he works, his low groan vibrating through your body thanks to the headphones. Pleasure spreads throughout your veins as you watch his work, fixated on the way his toned stomach heaves with his labored breaths, the way his hand tugs at his balls with a grunt.

There’s another ding, a slight pause, and then a grin spreads across his lips. He doesn’t have to say anything because the chat does for him: wanna see your face as you cum daddy, please!

“Whatever my baby girl wants,” he nearly growls, and your heart nearly stops when he fixes his camera and his full face finally comes into view.

He doesn’t just look like the security guard from your building.

He is the security guard from your building.

Sawamura Daichi.

Your fingers are still buried in your cunt, fingers pausing over your swollen clit as he resumes fucking himself. This is wrong. You should click out of the stream, turn off your phone, and forget this whole thing ever happened. It feels like an invasion of Daichi’s privacy to be literally fucking yourself to his stream, but that doesn’t stop your cunt from pulsing when he moans, thighs trembling with the effort.

“Wish this was your pussy,” he chokes out and the overwhelming part of you that wants him wins out. Your fingers start moving again, wet fingers running over your clit and making heat spike throughout your stomach. “I’d fuck you anywhere you want, baby girl. How about bent over the table, huh? I’d lift your little skirt and watch my cock disappear into your cunt as I fuck you after dinner.”

Holy shit, now that you know it’s Daichi, you can practically see it in your mind’s eye. You bent over the desk in the lobby; Daichi in his uniform, muscles about to burst from his shirt, pants dragged down only low enough to free his cock so he can fuck you.

“You sound so sweet for me.” Daichi’s voice drifts through your ears as you close your eyes, imagining it’s his fingers impaling you instead of your own, that it’s his tongue that’s circling your clit instead. The familiar ache bubbles deep within your gut, and only grows stronger when Daichi’s breath hitches and he releases a guttural groan. It sounds like he’s right there with you, and you can practically feel his strong body on top of yours, looming over you with a wide grin. “You look so pretty, all sweaty and splayed out for me. Do you wanna cum?”

“Fuck, yes,” you whimper, hips jutting into your quickly thrusting fingers. Your orgasm is right there in reach, looming and ready to snap. You pop your eyes open and stare at him: his furiously pumping hand, the sweat beaded on his forehead, the clench and shake of his muscles as his release approaches.

“Come on, baby girl,” he urges lowly and the pleasure builds and builds, spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes. “Say my name, I want to hear it.”

“Daichi!” You squeal as your orgasm crests, your pussy clamping down so tightly on your walls that it’s hard to keep thrusting. Your release is so intense that you lose yourself for a moment, drowning in the warm feeling that floods your every crevice, that overtakes your senses and makes you cry out.

You’re not the only one; you open your eyes just in time to see cum splash all over Daichi’s chest, white painting his tan skin as he fists his cock, head leaned back in his chair as he grunts. Your fingers and folds are covered in your juices when you pull your fingers out, and embarrassment burns throughout your body when the realization of what you just did flows through you. It gets even worse when Daichi lifts his head, a satisfied smile on his face as he stares straight into the camera and your soul.

“You made a mess,” his hoarse voice jokingly mocks, and you have to tear your eyes away from his chest and stomach, where his cum drips down his skin and pools near his hip bones. “Let me clean up and then I’ll have to punish you, you naughty girl.”

With a squeak, you rip the headphones out of your ears and hurry to turn off the app with your one clean hand. When your phone goes black and silent for the first time since midnight, you stare at your reflection on the screen with wide eyes. What the hell did you just do, masturbating to the man you see multiple times a week? How are you supposed to face him when he works tomorrow of all days, knowing that you’ve seen his cock, have seen him cum, have heard him grunting and groaning and calling you baby girl?

You bury your head into your sheets with a whine, trying to will all thoughts of the beefy security guard (or should you call him camboy?) from your mind to no avail. Your cunt pulses again at the mental image of him fisting his cock, and you know it’s going to be a long night when your clit pulses for attention.

One thing’s for sure, you think as your wet and cold fingers start to brush over your swollen folds again. Oikawa can never find out about this.

I also got my nipples pierced recently and now I wish a hq shop existed!!! 🥲 I’d be pierced from head to toe 🤣

Ugh, Ains! your piercing/tattoo brain rot is spreading🙄 no worries 😉 I’m secretly grateful for your beautiful big brain, because it was so obvious! Gonna have to do something about this now 😌

afagahahjaka literally !! i swear it’s only making me want to get more when i think about handsome 2D men soothing me when i’m nervous,, who gave them the right to be so sexy anyway <333